I drove up to Marlborough Canyon last night and had dinner with a doctor from Mayo Clinic. He was rude in every kind of way and had something to impress upon the rest of us with the way he masquered his cous cous around as something entirely different. All that aside, the bike shop was nice and the folks inside were pleasant. They had a lot of pool tables for such a small space and it didn’t really make sense in the moment…and yet somehow it did. Anyway, I never went into the canyon because the entrance was blocked by cigarettes and a mother pedaling her children around in a front-loading cargo bike.